{PROLOGUE}

I hate and love the same stuff.
I'm probably just like you.
Only everything you're not.
Omg,does that even make sense?
Yes!

*loves:
{the rain
{the reflections
{the youth
{the agility
{the high
{the playgrounds

*loathes:
{plastics
{boot-lickers
{sister's watch
{back aches
{bugs

i don't ask for much but,
high-flier
bedroom decorations
certain japanese comics and series
baudelaire series
more mercy
promised good life

Afianne
Blogskins.com
Moargh.de
Romance Box
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November 2006[x] December 2006[x] January 2007[x] March 2007[x]

I was bored because i couldn't find a poem for poverty for lit,
So instead of finding i decided to write one. But not about poverty.
HAHA!

My dying child

On bent knees, I placed my hands together,
Searching the heavens in the falling rain;
Why, God, is this the way of life?
Is this your way of ending pain?

Of a little soul who promised us joy,
When a thousand words cannot be said;
Yet you presented me, with much unfairness,
With a promise that was never made.

How could the world still spin?
When a infant will be taken this summer?
So I braced with a dying child of mine
For comes the start of our eternal slumber.

5:49 AM

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